There is no flower that could manifest delight
Like this wondrous bloom caught in the light In complexions of yellow, purple and blue
Faces of pansies grin into each morning new
And thought it sits cold within its wintry pot
Its expression beams, for the winter it cares not
And so when we look upon its joyful face
We see a butterfly silhouetted in centre space
It does not care it is small upon the earth
It wishes only that we share of its mirth
And of other mighty blooms the year may bring
None come close to this sweet orchid of spring
